The spiders Bride (completed)

chapter 4

"Look it's the witch girl!" a kid called out before grabbing a rock off the ground and throwing it toward me.

Flinching as the pebble hit me i shielded myself with my arms as two other kids started laughing and picking up more pebbles to throw.

"S-stop it!" I cried out helplessly as I was backed into a corner on the side of the building.

Despite my pleas and defenselessness the other children just proceeded to throw more stones and laugh at me.

The rocks continued to pelt me, no doubt leaving marks and bruises wherever they hit, fueling the pent up anger I felt inside of me. but as one hit me in the head particularly hard, forcing a cry from my lips, due to the sharp pain it left behind. I stood up, grabbing a rock of my own off the ground.

The other kids suddenly stopped their assault without me even realizing, as I lifted the rock over my head to throw it.

"I said sto-" my arm was suddenly grabbed in a firm harsh grip, and I looked up to see my caretaker glaring down at me.

Immediately I felt the fire inside of me burning out as the adult before me glared down at me with disgust. "no throwing rocks! Do I make myself clear?!" The woman snapped as I flinched.

looking back at the other children I couldn't help but notice their devious smiles as they struggled to hold in their laughter and feign innocence.

"but–" I tried speaking out against them only to feel pain radiate against my cheek as my head snapped to the side from the slap to the face I had just received.

"I don't want to hear any of your excuses! Now get inside! you're going to be punished for your insolence by taking charge over dush duty tonight! Maybe then you'll learn from your mistakes." The woman before me hissed out, much like a snake.

Still a bit shocked and distressed I only stared at the ground.

"Do I make myself clear, Miss Wren?"

"Yes, headmistress..." I mumbled back while lowering my head shamefully.

"good." releasing my arm she turned to walk away back towards the orphanage with all the other children following suit, mocking me as they went.

Balling my fists I held back my tears as that flame of resentment built up inside of me once more as I made my way back.

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opening my eyes I was greeted by the arachne's face as he stared back at me. gasping I flinched and tried to recoil away but my movements were completely halted by the webs that held me down.

he hummed while looking down at me displeased. with narrowed eyes one of his hands reached up towards my face and I fearfully attempted to turn my head away, afraid of the sharp nails on his fingers.

His fingers grazed my cheek wiping up some tears that had fallen during my dream. sitting upright to where he was no longer leaning over me, he looked at the wet residue left behind on his finger.

hesitantly he lifted his hand to his mouth and licked his finger to taste it, only to nearly immediately recoil and look at his hand displeased. "What is this?"

I blinked a few times as my racing heart started to calm after the shock of waking up to the arachne being in my face.

"i-i...they are tears?" I answered with a hint of confusion in my tone.

He turned his head to look back down at me before crossing his arms. "tears? for what purpose do they pose? and why do you produce them?"

It took me a moment to register his question, as I stared at him still baffled, I hadn't expected to wake with him, directly in my face.